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She was fuming, there was no doubting that, but at least she'd managed to get through to him. At least in some small way. Peregrine played the good cop well, and now that they had Whip's attention, Fox managed to calm herself down and think slightly more rationally. Perry was right—they couldn't read minds—and she hoped Whip would understand that. It was a lesson he was going to have to learn sooner rather than later.

Her ears were wide open, and her expression had softened as she awaited to hear what their son had to say.